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The same stubborn scenario
The same view every night A silhouette, close to the edge A moth under the light The echo of my thoughts On infinite repeat A schizophrenic mind field Of two and a half feet
Turned one hundred and eighty In a blanketed cocoon A butterfly to a moth Under the light of the moon A stark and palpable silence An insurmountable rutUrges, kept at arm’s length Until my eyes flutter shut
Take me back to my museRelease me from this storm From the cold of my creation The bitter back to the warm From this tempest in a teapot These chilling winds of blame The frigid reality each night The moth back to the flame
An exasperating tug of war Across a span of diminished hope There has to be some solace Near the end of my rope
Nothing that I can do or say Changes, impervious to gain The collateral damage is done A consequence to the pain

So many months, eaten awayThe thin fabric of a ruse
Resentful of my own creationA moth disguised as a muse
Rose-coloured tunnel vision?
Wishful thinking all along? For the sanity of lost time It would help if I was wrong

Take me back to my muse Release me from this regretFrom the pall of uncertainty That hangs over me yet From the now back to the thenThe difference of day to nightTo open arms and an open mindTo a butterfly, in a better light

The morning starts out the same…With smiles and good intentions With energy and lofty goals But, the minutes are tickingToward the end of both Toward the mid-day lull Imagination grinding to a halt Hitting the proverbial wall.

Wheels locked in place,gears wanting in power. I am time standing still,hand stuck on the hour.

The reluctant optimist,hopeful that there is more. I am a tree lined road,winding to the shore.

There is a fine line in place…That separates good from greatThat distinguishes less from more Potential, on the threshold of changeSometimes it meets a pathSometimes it’s on a ledgeThe brink of a breakthrough Precariously near the edge.

An expanse from a destination, a misstep from being lost. I am a suspension bridge,longing to be crossed.

The battered pitcher, that’s been to the well. I am the grizzled veteran, with stories left to tell.

Personal insights ready to be shared…
Seeing the importance of each day
Seeing the enormity of the little things
So much potential, yet to be met
Bringing along a passion for life
Bringing an open book to the table The mind is more than willing The body, fighting to be able.

A semi-automatic rifle, unsure of where it’s aimed. I am the winning lottery ticket, waiting to be claimed.

Stimulus
Spinning your wheels Stuck in a daily rut Same old same old dayTime for something new Needing time for youNeeding to get away

Take a trip to the other side The one you seldom see The road less travelled The path least accessible Beyond the place to be

Where we need to go to feel more alive More often than we do A place like no other Where few have seen the view

An adrenalin adventure
to the other side
Past the comfort zone
To the weedy To the seedy To the vastly overgrown

An arduous journey to where revelation may lie To where something could jump out at you as you wander by

Where the mind is awakened By the elements of surprise By discovering there’s more there is so much more than what meets the eyes

A gut check trek
Over blind hills
to the other side
To the inspirational To the motivational To where revelations hide
Sensations abruptly awakenedBringing the dark into light Energy to your being
Focus to all you’re seeing Colour to your black and white

Where nature may compel you to perceive a different way To exist in the moment Persist for the present To live for every day

A vital injection
of life adrenalin straight to the heart A shot to the senses An end to past tenses The stimulus to start